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Common Call

Sticks and stones. Battle zones. A single light bulb. On a single thread for the black sirens wail. History fails. Rose-colored glass begins to age and crack. While the politicians shadowbox. The power ring in an endless split decision. Never solve anything from a neighbor’s distant land. I heard the strain of the common man.

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Well the world seems spent. And, the president has no good idea. Of who the masses are.Well I’m one of them! And, I’m among friends We’re trying to see beyond the fences in our own backyards. I’ve seen the kingdoms blow. Like ashes in the winds of change. But the power of truth? Is the fuel for the flame! So the darker the ages get… There’s a stronger beacon yet.

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Let it be me! If the world is night. Shine my life…like a light.

In the kind word you speak…

In the turn of the cheek…

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When your vision stays clear… In the face of your fear… Then you see turning out a light switch. Is their only power. When we stand like spotlights. In a mighty tower. All for one… And, one for all. Then we sing the common call!

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May Sarton

There is no doubt that solitude is a challenge and to maintain balance within it a precarious business. But I must not forget that, for me, being with people or even with one beloved person for any length of time without solitude is even worse. I lose my center. I feel dispersed, scattered, in pieces. I must have time alone in which to mull over my encounter, and to extract its juice, its essence, to understand what has really happened to me as a consequence of it.